This story is rated 'M' for future explicit gay sex scenes, very strong BDSM themes, profanity (including Homophobic slurs), and disturbing content related to stalking.
Kurt was born with two curses, the first was easily apparent from the time he was born; for a person's dominant or submissive nature is as apparent as being male or female, with a few rare exceptions. Kurt was not one of those exceptions.
Although being a male submissive was not exceedingly uncommon, scientists had published articles estimating that one in every 4 men was born submissive, they were usually looked down upon, especially by dominant men who frequently viewed them as little more than human punching bags, a useful way to boost their ego.
His second curse was almost as apparent, especially after he hit puberty. With his impeccable sense of style and perfectly coiffed hair, not to mention his high voice, all of his peers knew what he was even before they knew what the word really meant, "gay".
Being born one or the other would be bad enough, but being both made his life a living hell.
It all started as soon as he was enrolled into the school system, at the age of five. It was subtle at first, the other boys would take his favorite toys and games, they would boss him around by telling him what to do and ignore him if he tried to speak.
The only thing that he minded much was his toys being taken, although he felt helpless to do more than cry, which only seemed to fuel them on more. Being ordered around didn't bother him, it wasn't as if he wanted to lead anyway.
Whenever his Mom and Dad picked him up from Kindergarten they would ask him how school was. Every time he almost told them about how the other kids were mean and made him cry, but he didn't want to cause trouble for his parents and make them sad. When he replied that school was fine it made his Dad smile like he was happy and ruffle Kurt's hair; Kurt knew he wanted to make his Dad smile like that all the time, so he never said a word.
The older he got the more the teasing and bullying escalated. His male peers, and dominant women occasionally, never wasted an opportunity to remind of the ever present hierarchy. The teachers usually turned a blind eye towards the treatment of male submissives as long as physical violence wasn't involved; in an unspoken agreement that it was just the way the world worked.
At first he defended himself by attempting to become invisible; eyes averted respectfully, head bowed, hiding in the shadows. But, no matter what he did he always managed to attract attention and never the kind that he wanted.
He would lie in bed at night and lull himself to sleep by imagining that one day his white knight would come for him and he would be rescued; just like the beautiful princesses in the fairy tales that he loved. His knight's face was always blurry and hidden in shadow, but Kurt knew that his knight would be handsome if only he was able to see his face. After all, Kurt Hummel would only have the best.
As he got older, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, it became more and more apparent to him that no knight was going to appear. That dream of romance wasn't for him.
He started to learn different ways to defend himself and keep sane. He started to hone and develop a sharp witty tongue and an aloof bitchy attitude. Maybe if he could convince himself that he was better than everyone then the teasing and bullying wouldn't hurt so much; at least that was what he told himself.
He didn't need a dominant to take care of him, he, Kurt Hummel, could take care of himself.
He would never ever submit to anyone.